by Skye Turner
Shit! I need to put some condoms in my truck!
Her eyes widen and then she bites her lip again. Watching me, her hand still on my raging hard on, she says, “I’m on the pill…”
She wants to do this? She trusts me? I’m perfectly clean, but she just trusts me this way?
I blink, “You do this… this way, a lot? I mean… I don’t do this a lot either way… Sex… I’m not… Ugh, I mean I don’t… Hardly ever, but never without protection…” I groan. “I’m having trouble with my words with your hand on me…”
She blinks and then releases me as she says, “I’m not a whore, Falcon. I don’t sleep around either. I mean… I have sex, occasionally. But no, even on the pill, I usually also use condoms.” She scoots back on the seat, away from me, and I immediately feel her withdrawal.
Reaching out before she can scramble too far, I gently catch her hands. My fingers link with hers and I shake my head. “I wasn’t saying you were, Eliza. I would never… and I’m glad.” I mutter, “This is not a talk I have all that often, darlin’. Besides, I was more worried about you than me… I mean… I’m not trying to put a bun in the oven.”
Her hands tighten on mine and she smiles at me. She chuckles. “I’m glad you don’t and thank you… I’m not looking for a man to put a baby in me anytime soon. I’m glad you were thinking about me.” She mutters, “Just another one of the reasons I find myself unable to resist you…”
She can’t resist me?!
Her smile turns sexy and she nibbles on her lip again. “I want you, Falcon. I really want you.”
My chest fills and my cock jumps. Releasing her hands, I grip her hips again and pull her to the edge of the seat. She squeals as she slides and then, I’m at her opening again. Before I can move my hands, she reaches down and guides me in, swirling her hips to guide me. I sink in slowly and try to savor it. My eyes almost cross from her tightness and the warmth of her. She moans and her knees lock at my waist. “Ohhhhhh, Falcon…”
Together, we start to move. It’s slow for all of about five seconds and then her ankles lock around my waist. She lifts her hips to quicken the pace. She lets me know that she is not wanting slow and steady and neither do I. My hips slam into hers while she rises to meet my every thrust. We’re both moaning as the culmination of our desire echoes around the cab of the truck and the wind.
Her hands reach above her head to hold onto the edge of the seat. Her breasts are bouncing everywhere and I know that I should slow down, take it easy, make it last, but neither of us wants that. Every time I try to restrain myself and slow it down, she shows me that fast and hard is what she’s after. Thank God because it’s what I need, too.
My hands tighten on her hips as I pound into her. I’m groaning and sweat is running down my back as she grinds down on me, taking me deeper with her knees anchoring her hips. Her ankles dig into my ass as she matches me thrust for thrust. I moan, “Eliza… I’m really struggling here… Ohhhh… You feel too good… Oh….”
She screams as she pumps her hips faster “I’m almost… Oh…. Falcon… You can… I’m… Ahhhhhh. Oh, Falcon…” She reaches between us and flicks her clit furiously as I slam into her. Her mouth falls open and her body bucks as she clenches around me. “Ohhhhh. Oh, shit… Ohhhhh… Falcon… Mmmmmm.”
Her release fuels mine and as she shudders under me and her muscles clench around me, I feel myself swell and, then, I’m filling her. It doesn’t seem to stop.
My back straightens and my voice mingles with hers in the confines of the cab. “Ahhhhhhhhh….. Mmmmmmm. Damn, darlin’…”
Well, that just happened… I just did the horizontal tango with Miss Fancy Pants, no, Eliza… and it was fucking phenomenol.
My hands are on the roof of the cab and I open and close my fist a few times to restore the blood to my fingers before shaking them and taking a step back. I slide out of Eliza and as I look down, I see that she’s flushed from head to toe and that her thighs are chaffed… I’m not certain if that’s from the jeans and the heat, my scruff, or our lovemaking.
She opens her eyes, stretches as she slides to sit up, and says, “Well, ok then… that was certainly something and while it was fantastic, I just want you to know that I’m not looking for anything from you… I have absolutely no expectations about anything.”
What?!
Oh no you don’t…
We just got all kinds of intimate and now she’s telling me that she doesn’t want anything from me.
Is this talking to for me… or for her benefit?
Crossing my arms over my chest, I nod down at her. Her eyes flit over my body and I’m pleased to see that my nakedness is still affecting her. I drawl, “I don’t rightly know what kind of expectations you’d have anyways, but you should know that I’m not a one night,” He waves around outside, “Or even a one-day-stand kind of man.” Her eyes widen and she smirks as she blushes. “You’re here for another twelve days, right? You’ll do what you need to do for your show and I’ll continue doing what it is that I do every day to make this place run like it does.
“And in between all that… you and me, we’re going to be spending some time together. You need to see how this place runs for your story and on top of that, you can expect to spend time with me outside of that, as well.
“Now, I’m not even going to lie to myself, or to you, about what will and won’t be happening while you’re here, darlin’.” I look between our naked bodies and smile as I see my semen leaking out of her and smeared over her thighs. She blushes harder but opens her legs to give me an unobstructed view.
“For whatever reason, you and I have taken a liking to each other, it came off as a dislike at first, but, never-you-mind that. This is going to need to be explored a little more, or maybe a lot more. This will happen again. We both know that.
“We can keep it on the down low if that’s to your liking, or we won’t, my momma will be sticking her nose in shit that way, but either way, I’m not done with you, Eliza and I’m not going to let you off by saying you’re done with me.”
She’s just staring at me and I’m just waiting for her to challenge me on it. I’m prepared for a fight.
This verbal sparring thing we have is pretty fun and, on top of that, it makes for some damn good foreplay.
Instead, she floors me completely by kneeling on the seat, grabbing my face, and kissing the hell out of me. She takes my breath… and wakes up the rest of me, too.
Then, she leans back and grins. “If you say so, Cowboy Cocky.” She glances around at the trees and the river before letting her eyes travel over me, making my cock rise like a surrender flag on the battlefield. She giggles and taps the semi-hard head, causing me to groan. Then, she raises her brow. “Though, I think we should probably get dressed. I mean, I’m appreciating the view but since I’ll be seeing more of it, perhaps you should re-clothe that delicious body and we should finish up for the day. Wouldn’t want anyone to come out here looking for us and find us like this, now would we?!”
Reaching for her clothes on the hood, I toss them at her. “Good idea.” They bounce off her chest and I waggle my brows. “I love my men, but I think I’ll save the picture of you in your birthday suit for me alone.”
I laugh as I wiggle into my semi-dry panties and bra and slip my tank back on. “And here I was thinking cowboys shared things.”
The hell we do.
Not the things that seem like they could matter…
Some things are never meant to be shared.
She’s mattering to you already, Falcon?!
She’s been here all of two days.
Yeah, and in the two days she’s been here, she’s stirred up pretty much every emotion that I swore I was never going to allow myself to feel again.
Son of a bitch…
Is it too late to decide this is a really bad idea?
Hell yes, it is…
Chapter Eleven
Eliza
Almost a week later
We’ve
been here for a week already and I can’t believe just how much I’ve enjoyed myself. I’ve spent the days with several of the guys who work the ranch as well as a day with Rowdy, learning about the business side of this massive enterprise. My camera man was with me and he captured some great video for the segment.
The day I spent with Bessie, seeing what all she does to take care of the guys out here, was shocking. I had no idea she did so much all on her own.
She personally sees to the meals for all of the men who work this ranch. She gets up around 3AM to start on a hot meal for their breakfast, breakfast is at 5:30AM sharp and if you aren’t at the table by 5:40, you’ve pretty much missed out. She makes sandwiches and easy to eat meals on go for every man to have during their grueling day and also has a light meal ready at the house that is up at noon. Anyone who is close enough to the house can pop in to grab a bite before heading back out to the job. Dinner is at 7PM, sharp, every night. All sit down meals are taken at the main house.
Between meals, she’s cleaning the ranch house, doing the laundry for those in the house, tending to the garden and the greenhouse, where most of the produce for the ranch is grown and readying things for the next meal.
Meal prep is a massive undertaking out here, but she practically does it alone. She also knows the name of every employee of the Double Down Ranch. She knows them on a personal level and she acts as the mother figure for all of them. They all call her Momma Bessie and she loves each employee as if she gave birth to them.
Through our talks, as I worked alongside her and helped where she directed me, I also learned that her husband, Falcon and Rowdy’s father, died in a stampede, here on the ranch.
She filled me in on the history of the ranch and told me that while it’s been in her husband’s family for years, it wasn’t as prosperous as it is now until her sons took it over. She claims that when her husband and brother in law owned it, they were barely making ends meet and that they were in danger of losing it to the bank.
Then, Falcon and Rowdy decided to take it on. They invested everything they owned in it while purchasing an additional two-hundred-thousand acres for the hunting grounds. They also improved the quality of the beef they raised here. I learned that they started out with only sixty heads of Angus Beef and now they have over nine thousand with that number growing every year.
The Double Down Ranch covers roughly six-hundred-fifty-seven-thousand-acres. It’s mindboggling.
Sometimes, I’d set up a camera and just record as we talked and worked and other times throughout the day, my camera man would follow us around and record things. I’ve been so engrossed with the everyday running of the ranch and just how much goes into it, that most days, I forget all about the cameras altogether.
I’ve also spent a lot of time with Falcon, riding alongside him as he does various things. Sometimes there are cameras on us, sometimes there aren’t. There are so many hats in the ring that make this place run like the well-oiled machine it is, there’s never a lack of something going on that can be documented.
Natalee is always working on things for me, being an amazing assistant. She makes certain my life still gets taken care of in Los Angeles while I’m here in Texas. She’s checking in with the studio and with Marlie, who is hosting my show while I’m out here doing this. And, I notice at night that she’s also apparently finding some time to spend with Rowdy, not that I can say anything since I’m doing the same with Falcon.
Falcon and I try to keep what’s happening between us away from my crew, his men, and his family, but I’m not ignorant enough to think that they don’t know. I’m certain Bessie knows my bed isn’t occupied most nights and when it is, there are head prints on both pillows.
I’m surprised at just how much I’m enjoying not only learning about, but being a part of the ranch. In fact, far from the hate and disgust I assumed I’d feel out here, I find that most days, I wake up with joy and anticipation of what the day will bring.
Eliza McCormick no longer gags at the sight of cow shit… Who the hell would have imagined that?!
Alongside Falcon, I’ve checked and repaired fence, fertilized pastures, watched as cattle were counted and tagged, and ridden alongside the men on horseback as herds are moved from one pasture to another to prevent over-grazing. That’s not to say that I haven’t had my share of cringe worthy moments. I giggle as I remember the first day Falcon told me to get on a horse.
I was walking alongside him as he crossed the yard. One of his hands had radioed in that several head were missing from one of the herds and their tracks led toward the river. Falcon was going to go locate them and direct them back to the herd and he asked if I wanted to accompany him. I’d said, “Sure,” and assumed we’d be taking his truck.
I turned to walk to the truck and he kept walking. He called out, “Not today, darlin’. Today, we’re riding.”
I thought, “Well, duh. Riding in the truck.”
He laughed and pointed to the barn. My jaw dropped and I sputtered, “What? Riding what?”
He said, “A horse, of course.”
I stopped in the middle of the yard and shook my head adamantly. “No. I am not riding a horse. I don’t even know how to ride a horse, Falcon!”
He’d just ignored me and said, “Come on, Fancy Pants. Time to get that ass in a saddle!” I refused to move and he laughed again before striding across the yard and scooping me up and slinging me over his shoulder.
I screamed as my head bounced off his back, above his ass. I slapped it and said, “I’m going to bite you! Put me down. I am not getting on a goddamned horse!”
He stopped and looked down at me, grinning. He was upside down, but still sexy and that stupid grin made my stomach jump. “Are you going to bite my ass?” He slapped mine, where it was practically perched on his shoulder, and then squeezed it. “I bite back.”
I was getting dizzy from the blood flowing to my head and I snarkily said, “I’m never having sex with you again!”
He laughed, “Wanna bet,” and walked into the barn. He set me down and a ranch hand was standing there, holding two horses. He was young and his cheeks were pink. He also refused to look at me, so, I knew he’d heard us.
I looked at both horses and recognized Falcon’s, because I’d seen him on it, but the huge mahogany beast next to his horse caused my breath to catch. It’d just stared at me and I’d stared back.
Falcon took the reins for both from the ranch hand and thanked him, then he turned to me and said, “Eliza, this is Jasmine. Jasmine be nice to Eliza.” The horse leaned her head down to bump Falcon and then she turned to me and sneezed!
She sneezed on me, covering me with horse snot! I gagged and screeched as she pranced and bumped Falcon again. I glared at him as he tried so hard not to laugh. “Jasmine, that was not very nice.”
The ranch hand appeared from nowhere and handed me a handkerchief and I glared at Falcon and the horse. After wiping my face, I threw the dirty handkerchief at Falcon and the ranch hand laughed. He muttered, “I told you she would do something like this. She’s jealous.”
My brow arched as I looked from Falcon to the jealous horse, who was still nuzzling him. I thought, really, a horse even gets his damn appeal.
He shrugged. “What can I say?”
I rolled my eyes and made it a point to ride that bitch horse.
I giggle again as I remember and then mutter, “She loves me now though. That’s my sweet girl!”
Today, I’ll be going with Falcon as we once again try to redirect a few wayward cattle back to the herd.
There’s a storm that is supposed to be coming in and Falcon wants to find the breakaways before the weather hits.
I hum as I finish dressing and then grab my hat to meet him in the front room so we can head out.
Falcon
I’m pacing the floor as I listen to the weather report over the radio and wait for Eliza to come on down. She needs to hurry so I can tell her that she isn’t coming with me after all. The repo
rts are that the storm is intensifying and summer storms are already dangerous out here. The heat makes every storm unpredictable, but this one now has a couple of confirmed tornados.
I want to tell her myself because if I just leave her, she’s going to be spitting mad, but I can’t wait much longer. I need to find those cattle and get them back to the protection of the herd as soon as possible and I can’t wait anymore.
She’s going to be some pissed when she comes down and realizes you left without her.
She’ll get over it and understand. Things happen out here sometimes and waiting around just isn’t possible.
She may not understand, Falcon.
This isn’t her life.
Shit, I keep forgetting that.
I can’t think about that right now. My priority is those cattle.
“Rowdy… You in here?” I yell out.
He yells back from the office, “Yeah, I’m in my office. You’re still here? I thought you left already?” His voice gets closer. “You better get a move on, you’re going to be lucky to find them and get them back before this shit hits.” He walks into the front room, accompanied by Eliza’s assistant, Natalee.
I nod, “I know. Good, you’re here, too.” I look at Natalee, “Eliza was supposed to come with me today, but I can’t take her and I need to go… now. I can’t wait for her to tell her that I’m leaving. I need you to tell her that it’s too dangerous for her to come with me now and I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
Rowdy’s yes widen and I see the look he shoots me. His eyes are saying, “You should have just left already!” I read them clearly and nod. His narrow and I shake my head.
I know. Don’t give me any shit!
Natalee says, “Ok, I’ll tell her.”
Eliza’s voice says, “Tell who what? Her who?”
Turning, I see her standing at the doorway. I mutter, “Um, you. Tell you. I have to go. The weather is getting worse and I need to get out there if I want to find them before the skies open up.”
